There I sat, alone and broken. Facing my father's headstone. Heartbroken and torn, yet I felt hatred, hatred toward the person who made my father's absolute worse nightmare, a reality. Silently, the hatred crept deeper into my bone marrow. The feeling of vengeance fluttered through every path way of my blood stream. This is where I wanted to crack... But I didn't, not even the slightest emotion swarmed my face. As crushed as I was, I kept composed. I had to, because there was nobody to keep it for me. The more I stood there and studied each letter that crowd the last places he would ever be stationed, my lungs shriveled and grew warm. Burning and longing for air. I took in a gulp of that sharp, whipping breeze that chilled through the naked trees of the cemetery. I promised my heart that I would never find myself in this place again. Yet, every time a peddle falls from these flowers I leave, I come to replace them. Feeling more and more guilty as I do. Wishing that it was I, who had met my father's fate, instead of he. I partially wanted these things for selfish reasoning, the other part just wanted a better place for my father to rest, than a cold wooden box in the ground, where no one would hear his cries for help if all of this was an elaborate joke... but I knew it wasn't. Maybe one day my heavy consumption of alcohol will take me the same way this cruel world took my father; smiling and giving everyone the very best of me.
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Hollow Wings
Mystery / ThrillerWhen you find yourself wandering onto pathways of unpleasant strain, where the agony is unbelievable and too hard to even bare, remember your serenity... Serenity is your peace, your quiet. Serenity is your escape. You can just move along slowly in...
